The Forgotten Roll of Film

Long before digital photography and editing took over, I used to shoot black & white film quite a bit. I always liked to have one camera loaded with it when I was on vacations in case I saw some interesting masonry or ironwork that'd look good in B&W.  Unfortunately as I began to shoot more and more in digital, my film endeavors fell by the wayside.  I had a roll in one of my cameras for a couple of years and I forgot what was even on it.  In the spring of 2012, I decided to shoot what was left on the roll, although I neglected to notice that it was black & white film.  I truly thought it was a roll of colour.  So almost all the pictures I shot were of flowers.  Imagine my surprise when I popped the cartridge out and discovered it was black & white!

So I took the roll to CVS and sent it away.  A few days later they called me to say that the roll was rejected because their processor couldn't do that particular kind of film.  The roll languished in my purse for a few more years, until early in 2015 when my friend Alicia, a film student in Spokane, said that she could process it for me at the school.

She was busy with classes of course, first, so she was finally able to get the negatives and pics sent to me in mid December.  It was pretty cool to see what was on it!  Most of the pics are flowers so I didn't bother taking pics of the pics.  But here are some of the others.

Pepper, spring 2012

Sagan, spring 2012.  This was a few months after I flew him east.

Trounce Alley in Victoria, BC, October 2010

Beach logs at Kalaloch, Washington, March 2010

Kalaloch, March 2010

The Pergola in Seattle, July 2010

Seattle, 2010

And my sweetheart, Spring 2012.  I love, love, love this picture (and this man!).

A huge thank you, again, to Alicia Dunavan for processing these for me after all these years!!!

Kalaloch

I was really stuck for the letter "K" for our Alphabetical April Blogging Challenge, so I thought I would revisit a few photos of Kalaloch Beach, in Washington State.  Since I've been posting so many east coast beach photos since moving back, and I have new readers, I wanted to show how much wilder the Washington Coast is than here.  

I shot these in March, 2010.  Kalaloch is pronounced "Clay-lock", and the original blog post is HERE.  It was an almost 4 hour drive from my former home in Bonney Lake, near Tacoma, out to the Olympic Peninsula coastline, but SO worth it!

The beaches on the coast are littered with beach logs, and you never ever want to turn your back to the Pacific Ocean.  Beach logs will kill and they are tossed ashore by the waves.

Kalaloch Lagoon.

View through the arch at the Lodge.

Kalaloch Lodge.  I didn't stay inside the main building, but in a cute cabin on the property.

The sun sets into the Pacific Ocean.

The Perfect End to a Perfect Day

You have no idea how rare it is to get this kind of clear weather on the Washington coast at any time of year, much less in March. What a treat!





Boats in the distance.








I'll be back.

Kalaloch Lodge and Beach

I arrived at the lodge around 11, and was stoked to hear that my room was ready (check in time is 4 pm!). The property is made up of several cabins, the main lodge, and the Sea Crest House, which is where I stayed. A very cozy room, all knotty pine walls and trim. No TV (that's the equivalent of camping for me). I had a view of the water between 2 cabins and a split rail fence. Real cute patio but the sun beat down on it so I didn't kick back out there. I settled in, put on my hiking boots, and headed down to the beach.

To say that the beach at Kalaloch is littered with beach logs is an understatement. They come right up to the stairs that lead down from the parking lot, and you have to gingerly pick your way across and over them, testing each one to make sure it's stable, all the while trying not to get splinters in your hands. I cannot imagine the power it must take for the ocean to toss them that far up on shore like so many Lincoln Logs. I'd love to go storm watching out there some time.

This isn't a place where you can swim, or should swim. Fly a kite, wade up to your ankles, but go no further. And never, ever turn your back on the ocean up here. The beachcombing was OK. Lots of quartz and interesting stones. The surf pulverizes most shells and sand dollars into pieces. No beachglass at all, much to my chagrin. No Japanese glass floats although there was a white plastic one. Tons of little bits of plastic at the high tide line, which was distressing. Bits of nylon rope. Great drift wood, and I found a piece of what looks like volcanic stone. It's very light and full of tiny holes.

Hope you enjoy the shots.